Bound tightly, ropes constricting, nearly like the Red-haired Ghost, Black-faced Ghost, both long spear and short sword; Bull Head Ghost, Ma Mian Ghost, Iron Brief and Copper Hammer.
They only fought with furrowed brows and bitter faces, bloodied, crying out to the earth and sky for help in vain. Truly, in life, do not deceive your heart, for the divine and ghosts spare no one. Good and evil will have their retribution; it only depends whether early or late.
Yan Chuan howled to the sky, his mouth filled with hell and torture, truly cold winds swirling, blood waves surging, cries incessant. Vaguely, there was a yin energy chilling to the bone, with a rancid wind striking the heart!
This roar startled the heavens and made even ghosts weep.
